Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2017 17:38:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jay Carrington <jcee1113@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Sons and Their Friends - Chapter 7

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Chapter 7 - My Sons and Their Friends - The Freshman Year

I could not believe my eyes, if I did not know better; I would have thought
that I were reliving a scene from the first weekend, when the boys took all
of us down.  I started to yell at them, but decided to hurry to that part
of the yard.  They had stopped, and were making some adjustments so that
Shane's cock was not tied down by the rope.  Jay grabbed his balls and
demanded that he lower his arms, he complied and Rob and Ryan began to wrap
them down to the sides of his body with the rope.  They began to walk him
to the pool area.  As they neared the doorway, Matt looked up and nodded to
Phil and Jared to look what was headed their way.  I didn't know what
transpired in that look, but I figured something was up.  The boys were
leading Shane by Phil, Matt, and Jared.  As they were almost past, Phil
grabbed Jay, Matt grabbed Ryan, and Jared grabbed Rob.  Myles moved away
and actually ran out into the backyard.  The guys took the boys to the deep
end of the pool and threw them into the cool water.  I think Phil made it a
point to grab Jay between the legs.  They started screaming and while
everyone was distracted, Shane got out of the entanglements and ran after
Myles.  Myles was fast, and darted here and there.  It really was funny to
see Shane run with his cock flopping around, but eventually, he caught
Myles and threw him over his shoulder.  As he walked back to the house, he
began to pop Myles' butt, and Myles was pleading for him to stop.  Shane
walked to the deep end of the pool and threw Myles in the cool water.

Jay, not to be outdone, declared that the war was not over and that each of
the older guys would pay dearly, but as the boys tried to leave the pool
area, the guys stood in their way.  Justin and Colt asked me what was going
on, and I gave them a little history lesson.  They could not believe that
their boys would do that, but I told them that could and did, and that I
had proof.  Colt walked to the pool and called Justin to join him.  As the
guys stepped up to block the boys from getting out, Colt and Justin pushed
Matt and Jared into the water.  Justin looked at Phil grabbed him and was
in the process of pushing him into the water when Phil latched onto him,
and they both began to head toward the water.  In an effort to save
himself, Justin grabbed for Colt, who was caught off-guard, and unable to
give Justin any help or for that matter, help himself.  All three of the
men hit the water.  Colt and Justin began to wrestle with Phil, and I could
tell by Phil's reaction, that someone had grabbed his cock and/or balls.
The rest of us just stood around the pool and laughed as the boys joined in
the wrestling.  After we allowed that to play out, everyone was called out
of the water and issued towels.  They dried off and found a chair to sit in
outside as the air conditioning was on in the house, and they didn't want
to freeze.

Phil walked over to me and told me that Justin had really copped him a feel
and that, now he was set to retaliate.  I shook my head and chuckled.
Mikel walked over to Myles and told him to go inside, take a hot shower and
get dressed.  He started to whine, but Mikel told him that he could under
no circumstances get sick, because he had a chemo treatment on Tuesday.
Myles reluctantly went inside and did as Mikel had told him to do.

Everybody sat around, laughed and talked until around nine -thirty.  Kevin
looked at the clock on the wall and told us that he was ready to go to bed.
I took him and Mikel to the guest bedroom and left them.  I returned to the
pool area just as Justin, Colt, Shane, and Jared were leaving to spend the
night next door.  I directed the boys, Matt, and Phil to head in and get
ready for bed.  The boys were not ready, but did it anyway.  Phil was ready
for a hot shower and some clothes.  Matt looked at me and asked where he
was supposed to go.  I honestly had not thought about his sleeping
arrangements, because he had said that he might have to work at the
hospital.  I told him that he could grab the big air mattress and put it in
the living room, while the boys had the family room.  He asked about which
shower, and I pointed him to the guest bath.  As he headed down the
hallway, Mikel had just finished and was heading to the guest bedroom to
join Kevin, who had already showered.  Matt closed the bathroom door and
soon the water was running.  I walked back to the family room to check on
things.  Everything seemed to be normal.  I continued to my bedroom, and
Phil had just come from the shower.  I stepped into the bathroom and took a
quick hot shower to help warm me up.

As I finished, I heard the boys talking about needing a shower.  I walked
to the family room and split them up.  I sent Jay to the guest bathroom as
soon as Matt was finished, and Ryan and Rob to the shower in the garage.
They began their showers, and then, Ryan started yelling for me to bring
them some towels.  I took two towels out to them, and they began to dry
off.  I could not help, but compare the two boys to one another.  Ryan was
going to be hairier than Rob, and his cock was longer, but Rob's cock was
thicker and his balls were larger.  They finished and headed back into the
house, returned to the family room, got onto their air mattress, pulled the
blankets over them and settled for the night.  I walked the house and
secured all doors and made my way back to the bedroom.

As I entered, I noticed that Phil was already in bed and had the covers
pulled up to his chin.  I asked if he was cold, and he nodded that he was,
so I located my cell phone and adjusted the thermostats in the house.  I
slid in bed and backed up against him.  We did not play at all, as we were
both ready to get some sleep.  After some time, the house quieted down, and
I fell asleep.

I was awakened the next morning by Phil who was ready to start the day.  I
wasn't, but I got out of bed, pulled on a large over-sized t-shirt and
headed to the kitchen.  Phil wanted to know why I was wearing a t-shirt
during Nude Dude Weekend.  I explained about frying bacon in the nude.  He
thought it was best to have a shirt on, and joined me in the kitchen.  Phil
began to make coffee and orange juice, while I fried the bacon, cooked the
hash-browns, grits, toast, and scrambled two dozen eggs.  Phil walked down
and knocked on the guest bedroom door and told them that breakfast was
almost ready, then walked to the living room and woke Matt.  I texted
Justin and soon he and the crew from over there were entering the house for
breakfast.  As everybody began to assemble and talk, the boys began to wake
up.  Shane and Jared began to make fun of the boys' morning wood and soon
most of the adults were laughing and pointing.  Rob and Ryan were
mortified.  Myles was proud of his and Jay, well Jay, had to model his.

Everyone walked the simple buffet line, made their food choices, grabbed a
drink and sat down around the family room.  As an added bonus, I had cut
two cantaloupes, sliced them and placed them along with two salt shakers on
the island.  We sat around, ate, and talked.  Today would be a day of just
lounging around and enjoying being with each other until mid-afternoon when
I would have to begin the preparations for the BBQ ribs.  Phil had taken
the day off, so he hung around with Justin, Colt, Kevin, and Mikel.  Phil
was curious, and so, he asked about the sleeping arrangements next door.
Justin said that Jared and Shane stayed in Shane's room, but he didn't know
if they slept together or not, but he and Colt took the queen sized air
mattress and slept on it in the family room.  Colt said "I just want to be
clear, there was plenty of room between us."  Justin said "Yeah, I have to
remember that I have a first-time here" and patted Colt on the shoulder.
Phil asked "Why didn't you just use your bed?"  Justin said "Well, I just
could not do that in good conscious; that would be violating the trust that
Meredith and I have regarding our bed."  Shane spoke up, and said that he
and Jared did sleep together, but it was not a big deal for them, as they
roomed together at college and sometimes they had to share a bed.  Justin
wanted to know why they had to share a bed and Shane said "Because one of
us did not do the laundry."  Justin said "Well nothing has changed there."
I hung around with the guys when I could, but I also had to monitor the
boys and be available to anyone who needed me.  The men sat around the
family room and talked about life, work, relationships, and football teams.
Justin kept touching his cock as he talked to the guys.  I grew amused and
wondered why he was doing that.  Matt, Jared and Shane joined their Dads
for a while, but they also spent some time outside lying in the sun.  The
boys took their iPads and iPhones to Ryan's room and spent the morning
gaming and doing online searches.  After awhile, Jay and Ryan walked out to
the garage, pulled down the folding stairs, and went into the overhead in a
search of something.  I opted to continue to do what I was doing, as I was
pushing a deadline.  In about twenty minutes, they emerged from the garage
with an old game of Twister, a couple of other board games, and three decks
of cards.

Lunchtime rolled around, and we settled on pizza.  I called in the order
and sent Phil and Colt to pick it up.  I had learned my lesson last year,
during the black light bash about having home delivery on one of our nude
nights.  I was not going to repeat that.  After they left to pick up the
pizzas, I pulled the paper plates and cups from the cabinets and placed
them on the counter along with several 32 ounce bottles of Coke.  While we
were waiting for the pizzas to arrive, I pulled the ribs out of the
refrigerator and placed them in the sink to finish thawing.  Justin wanted
to make the Cole slaw, so I let him shred the cabbage, a carrot and
one-half of an onion.  After he had the cabbage and the carrot shredded,
and the onion minced, he mixed them together and added some mayonnaise,
white vinegar, sugar, milk, buttermilk, lemon juice, salt and pepper.  He
mixed everything thoroughly, covered it with Saran Wrap and placed it in
the refrigerator.  Just as he was closing the refrigerator door, the pizzas
arrived.  Ryan grabbed a bag of ice from the freezer in the garage and
began to fill the cups with ice and Coke.  Phil and Colt set the pizzas on
the island and placed the others in the warm oven.  I called everyone to
come and grab a slice and get a drink.  Mikel reminded everyone that we
were not eating a big lunch, because we would be having BBQ ribs for
supper.  We finished off the pizzas and clean-up was quick and simple.

After lunch Ryan and Jay placed the games that they had brought down from
the attic on the hearth.  Everybody started talking about Twister.  I have
to admit, I used to enjoy that game when I was younger and thought it might
be fun today.  I was designated as the referee, and it was decided that we
would play with three players.  The first three players were Ryan, Jay, and
Rob.  Jay and Rob faced each other from the opposite ends of the mat and
placed one foot on the yellow circle and the other foot on the blue circle
closest to their end of the mat.  Ryan faced the center from the red circle
side of the mat with a foot in each of the two middle red circles.  Since I
was the referee, I had control of the spinner and would call out the name
of the body part and color that the spinner landed on.  The first spin was
right hand green.  This yielded some interesting moves as Ryan was
stretched across the mat while Jay and Rob maneuvered at their separate
ends.  The next spin was left foot in red.  Ryan was good, as he only had
to move his left foot to the next circle but his move began to spread his
cheeks a little, but not enough to expose his hole, yet. Jay had to move
his left foot to the left to perform his move, while Rob had to stretch
over to the red circle.  I knew that the next move would begin to shake
things up, and it did.  The call was right foot yellow, followed by left
hand red.  Rob was unable to perform that move, so he was out.  The next
call was right foot blue with the next two calls being left hand green and
right foot blue.  Jay was unable to move, so Ryan became the winner.  Just
looking at the boys stretched out naked over the mat was funny.  There were
dangling cocks and balls.  The game continued with each of the boys picking
the next players.  Ryan named Phil, Jay named Justin, and Rob named Colt.
The moves in this match-up were more acrobatic, than in the previous
match-up and had some major body contact.  Phil was out, and finally,
Justin won when Colt could no longer move. This match-up produced some
complaints from Colt who alleged that Justin purposefully jiggled his junk
in an attempt to reach one of the colored circles.  Justin just
grinned. The next set of players were Shane, Matt, Myles followed by Kevin,
Jared, and Mikel.  I could tell that Myles was not happy when he wasn't on
the team with Matt, but he loved Jared; so he soon put his disappointment
aside and became a team player.  In those match-ups, the winners were Shane
and Kevin.  The winners had to come to the mat and be officially
recognized, so we were to enjoy the sights of Ryan, Justin, Shane, and
Kevin.  I excused myself, as I had to start the afternoon meal.  Everybody
else straightened up the family room and relaxed.  I called several of the
boys and guys to the kitchen to help me as needed.

I began to rinse and clean the ribs.  After I had cleaned them, I seasoned
them with some dry spices and placed them in the refrigerator.  As I was
standing there in the kitchen looking at the other foods in the freezer, I
decided that I needed to run to the grocery store, so I pulled on a pair of
shorts, a shirt and my deck shoes.  I drove to the store, picked out
eighteen ears of fresh corn, and two loaves of fresh French bread.  I
returned home, dropped the bread off in the kitchen and took the ears of
corn out to the backyard.  I called the boys and demonstrated for them the
technique of shucking the corn and cleaning the silks from each ear.  This
was an eye- opening experience, as they had never really seen this done,
although they had eaten fresh corn on the cob.  After they finished, they
brought the ears to me.  I rinsed them and gave them a final inspection.  I
had to cut out a few wormy and immature sections, but that was only on two
ears.  I placed the corn in the refrigerator to allow it to cool until I
was ready for it to go on the grill.  As the afternoon wore on, I filled a
large pot with water, cut up several onions, added salt and pepper, and
brought it to a boil.  I turned the heat down and placed some of the ribs
in the water to boil until they were tender.  I did this several times
until all of the ribs had been tenderized.  I mixed my BBQ sauce and set it
on the counter.  Myles wanted to help, so I put him to work cutting the
bread, adding garlic butter to each slice, and placing each slice on the
cookie sheet to be put in the oven later.  Jay and Rob began to make five
gallons of sweet tea and placed the jugs in the coolers of ice in the
garage.  As soon as I could, I took over the kitchen, moved the help to
other parts of the house and began to mix a cake.  I decided to make a
pineapple upside down cake, because I just thought that it would round out
the meal.  Around five-thirty, I called Phil to the kitchen and asked him
to light the grill and let it begin heating up.  After it had reached the
appropriate temperature, he began to place the ribs on the grill and
slather them with the BBQ sauce.  I buttered and seasoned the corn with a
mix of seasoned salt, pepper and a small amount of Cajun spices.  As Phil
finished cooking each batch of ribs, he placed them in a covered dish, and
when the last rib came off the grill, he started to place the ears of corn
on the grill.  He rotated the corn so that it cooked evenly and completely.
He pulled them off the grill, placed them in a bowl and covered the bowl
with aluminum foil.  I pulled the cake out of the oven and flipped it onto
one of my platters.  Justin opened the refrigerator and grabbed the Cole
slaw, and put it on the counter with the ribs, sliced bread, and corn.
Everyone gathered and began to fix their plates.  As Jay moved through the
line, he bemoaned the fact that we did not have baked beans, which are his
all-time favorite to go along with ribs.  Ryan explained to him that there
was a reason, and then, he understood and started kidding Phil about his
reaction to baked beans.  Justin started to say something to Jay, but saw
that Phil was not offended, and could give Jay a hard time, as well as,
deal with what Jay was saying to him.  We ended our meal by eating a slice
of the cake and enjoying the ultra sweet taste.

Clean-up took some time, but eventually the kitchen and the grill were
clean.  We sat around the family room, laughed and talked about the
afternoon's adventure with Twister.  Kevin joined the conversation, and
said that he had really enjoyed the game with Mikel and Jared.  Jared said
"It was fun, some of those old games are great, but today, it was kinda
strange to be playing naked against your Dad, but it was something that I
will never forget."  Justin grabbed a deck of cards and began to deal them
out between Mikel, Colt, Shane, and himself.  Not to be outdone, Myles
grabbed one of the other decks and dealt them to Matt, Ryan, Jared, and
himself.  Jay took the last deck and dealt them to Phil, Rob, Kevin, and
himself.  I sat this one out and enjoyed the comments coming from each
group.  Justin decreed that the first loser in his game would have to do
what the winner wanted him to do.  I saw Colt giving that a lot of thought,
and I was thinking that he was about to quit, but he shook his head and
started managing his cards.  The other groups decided to follow suit, so
the bickering, and harassing began.  The first hand's winners were Colt,
Myles, and Phil.  The losers from the first hand were Justin, Matt, and
Jay.  I sat back and laughed at the outcome of the first hand.  The groups
decided to play several more hands.  For some reason, Justin never had a
winning hand, and he was feeling somewhat nervous.  After five hands, they
called it quits, and the winners began to tell the losers what they had to
do.  I held my breath as I wasn't sure where this was going.  Colt stated
that one of his wins would have Justin performing his penance later in the
night next door.  The whole group started laughing and wooooing.  Some of
the other losers had to: hold an ice cube between their legs and behind
their balls; measure their dicks and announce the results; jackoff and cum
for their group; tell their most embarrassing sexual moment; or do a couple
of exercises while naked.  Justin looked over at me and commented to the
group that I had set this one out, and that it was time for me to pay.  The
boys looked my way, and I knew that I was about to be sorry for sitting not
playing.  All four surrounded me and pulled me from the sofa and onto the
floor.  Jay talked Shane into holding my left arm out from my body while
Jared took my right.  Rob talked Matt into taking my left leg and holding
it out while Mikel held my right leg.  I did not have a good feeling about
this, but evidently my body thought it was fun.  My cock began to harden
and stood up at an angle towards my stomach.  Colt and Justin made comments
about my size, and one of them jostled my balls.  Ryan and Myles huddled in
conversation and decided that Phil had to jack me off in front of
everybody.  Phil was mortified, as he knew that I was not in favor of this
kind of activity.  He looked at me, and I grimaced and gave him a small
nod.  He tentatively moved between my spread legs, grabbed my cock and
began to slide his fist up and down, while letting it push down tightly
against my public bone.  I had to complain, because there was no lube, and
he was rubbing me raw.  Ryan stopped the proceedings and found some lube.
He drizzled it on my cock, and then, Phil began the process again.  Laying
there in the floor with everyone watching you does not make for a positive
sexual experience; therefore my cock was not getting stiff.  Matt reached
over and twisted my nipples, while Phil continued to jack me off.  That
seemed to do the trick.  I stiffened, and I tried to think of something
sexual to get this over as soon as possible.  Phil stopped and rotated the
palm of his hand over my cock's head.  That sent major waves through my
body, and that along with my thoughts began to have an effect on me.  I
stiffened, my cock: got redder, began to pulse, balls began to rise, and
soon I showered my face, chest and pubes with cum.  Everybody clapped and
whooped it up.  Matt gave glowing commentary about how my balls rose up,
and the resulting geyser.  I glared at Myles and Ryan.  They knew that we
would be having a discussion later.  Myles ran to the kitchen and grabbed
some paper towel.  He began to wipe my chest and face, but gave me the job
of wiping my pubes and cock.  I got up, looked around the room, and sat
back down on the sofa.  Mikel said "Doug, you are a better sport than I
would have been in that situation."  I looked at him and said "I don't
think I had much choice, but everyone has had their fun.  I am going to sit
here and chill."  Phil sat on the opposite side of the room and would not
make eye contact with me.  I was not mad with Phil; I was pissed with Myles
and Ryan.  Kevin moved over by me and said "Doug, I know you are bothered
by what took place, and I would have been to bury, but man, you shot a
load."  I nodded and looked toward Matt.  He was smiling and gave me a
thumbs up.  Everybody began to tire and soon everyone was heading to their
sleeping areas while Shane, Jared, Colt and Justin headed next door.  Phil
yelled to Justin that he might want to pick up a few condoms for the
evening after throwing him the bottle of lube.  Justin gave him a 'go to
hell' look. Phil thought it was funny.  I did too.

Phil and I went to our room, closed the door, turned out the lights, and
collapsed on the bed.  I was lying on my back with my arms spread.  Phil
lay down on his stomach against my left side and placed his head in my left
arm pit.  He kissed my pit, and began kissing my nipples, neck, cheeks, and
finally let his tongue trace in my ear.  He knows that those are my trigger
zones, and I was thinking that since I had shot a large load earlier that I
would not be up to getting hard, but I was wrong.  I felt my cock
stiffening, and turning so that it could rise at an angle and point toward
my belly button.  Phil continued to kiss me and ignored my cock.  He began
to tell me how much he loved me, and why.  I could feel my cock drip
pre-cum into my pubes, and he continued to ignore my cock.  Phil rose up on
his knees and leaned into my face.  He began to kiss me and let his tongue
explore my mouth.  I pulled him on top of me, and he began to slide our
cocks against one another.  His hands roamed around my neck and into my
hair.  He gripped my skull tightly and then, I began to feel him cum.  I
started soon afterwards.  We lay there and enjoyed being close.  He started
to talk about the event in the family room, but I put my finger against his
mouth and shushed him.  He lay his head down and in a few minutes, he
dropped off to sleep.  I lay there and pondered the fact that we would be
glued together in the morning, and I would suffer some hair pulling, but I
decided that it was not worth waking him up, so I lay there and finally
drifted off to sleep.

The sun began to shine brightly in my eyes the next morning.  I raised my
head and squinted my eyes.  I saw that it was seven thirty, and I began to
move away from Phil.  There was some hair pulling, but not as much as I had
thought.  I walked to the bathroom, showered and shaved.  Phil joined me in
the bathroom, as I was walking out and back into the bedroom.  I
straightened up our bed and decided what I would wear to the theater later
in the afternoon.  Phil joined me, and we went to the kitchen.  I walked in
to find that Mikel and Kevin had beaten me and were brewing a pot of coffee
and mixing a gallon of orange juice.  Mikel said "I don't know what you had
planned for breakfast, but I thought I could at least get this much done
and off your back."  I thanked him for doing that, and then, I thought that
I would cook and serve pancakes.  I decided to wait until I had a few more
of the gang up and in the house.  As we were talking in the kitchen, the
group from next door came through the glass doors and into the family room.
Phil punched me, and I looked in the direction that he was looking.  Our
eyes were on Justin.  He was not walking funny, but he kept exercising and
rubbing his jaw.  We grinned at each other and then, he walked into the
kitchen.  He looked at us, and I guess he could read on our faces that we
had figured things out.  He said "He is bigger than you think, and he gets
carried away.  I am so glad that he opted for that rather than the other,
which I just knew he was going to choose."  Phil started laughing, and
Justin turned red.  Seeing Justin embarrassed was as much of a surprise, as
seeing Jay embarrassed.  Shane looked over at me and asked if I could put
my hands on the clippers.  I must have raised my eyebrows and he told me
that he and Jared needed to do a little trimming.  I told him where the
clippers were stored and he and Jared walked into the garage.  Justin
looked over at me and asked "Why are they going into the garage with
clippers?"  I said "I think that they are going to trim their pubes."  He
said "What?  Trim their pubes?"  I said "Yes."  In about ten minutes they
came back inside.  I looked, they had trimmed their pubes and made things
look bigger.  Justin walked over and took a look.  He said "Why are you
doing that?"  Shane said "Well, if you must know, Alisha requested it."
Justin started to say something, but stopped, turned around, and joined the
other guys in the family room.  Shane walked over to me and said "Should I
offer to trim his?"  I looked at him, and we both started laughing.  I have
really learned to appreciate Shane and his humor.

With all of the noise being made by the adults, the boys began to wake up,
and head to the bathroom.  I mixed up the pancake batter and started
placing it on the skillet.  Ryan came in, saw what I was doing and began to
pull the syrup containers out of the pantry.  He walked over to me and
hugged me, while I was cooking.  I looked at him and said "Ryan, I truly
love you, but you, your brother and I have to have a serious conversation."
He said "We know Dad, just don't kill us."  I looked at him and said "And
to think that was my plan!"  I began to call the guys by name to the
counter to pick up a stack of pancakes, something to drink and use the
syrup container.  I finished cooking and ate several pancakes.  Kevin
walked into the kitchen and began the clean-up.  I tried to help, but he
would not let me.  However; he did allow me to stay and talk to him.  He
told me: how much he had enjoyed the camaraderie of the group; how he had
learned to relax and go nude; how he has enjoyed being nude with his son;
and how appreciative he was to me for talking to him at the farm about his
issue.  I told him that I had only been comfortable in this setting for
about a year and a half, although last night's performance bothered me, I
was not ashamed, a little peeved, but I will get over that.  He laughed,
and said "Doug, I have learned so much from you, I hope I can be as relaxed
as you have been at the farm and here at your house."  He finished, and we
walked outside.

Kevin wanted to see more of Phil's work, so we walked around the backyard,
and looked at how Phil had transformed various sections.  He was impressed,
and asked if Phil did work out of town.  I told him that he would have to
talk to Phil, as I was not involved in his business.  He said that he
would.  We walked back into the house and Mikel and Myles were talking in
the dining room.  I walked to the doorway, and they both asked me to join
the,.  Mikel was talking to Myles about his upcoming hospital stay, and
Myles was asking some valid questions.  Mikel said "Myles, I know I said
that we weren't going to do talk business, but I just felt that I needed to
share that information with you."  Myles said "Dr. Bennett, I'm glad you
did, and I appreciate everything that you are doing for me."  Mikel thanked
him for being attentive and being so grown-up.  Myles thanked him again and
headed to Ryan's room.

Mikel looked over at me, and asked "Doug, can we talk privately?"  I looked
at him and figured that he wanted to talk about Myles; so I said "Most
definitely."  He took on a serious look, and it unnerved me slightly.  He
said "Doug, I know without a doubt that my son has fallen for you, as you
are his main topic of conversation.  He idolizes you and wants to be a lot
like you.  I would even imagine that he would be intimate with you, or
maybe he has already done that.  I have come to realize that actions such
as that are between you two and do not need my approval.  I just want to
say He is my son, I love him with all of my heart, and I ask that you don't
hurt him."  I was blown away, as I wasn't expecting that.  I looked at
Mikel and said "You are right on some of your observations.  I am aware of
his attention, and I have tried to talk to him, and let him know that I am
with Phil.  I respect Matt and maybe, if things were different with him
being a little older, then you might have something to worry about.  I am
not one hundred percent sure that Matt knows what he wants, or if he really
wants a same sex relationship.  I keep telling the guys that it takes work
to make a relationship good and strong and that each person in the
relationship grows and evolves over time.  Some work out and some don't.
You have to understand that I love Matt for a lot of reasons.  He has been
a constant visitor to and supporter of Myles when he stays in the hospital
and they talk on the cell almost daily.  Matt's encouragement and
friendship means a lot to Myles, and really to all of us.  In fact the boys
are about to come to blows about him, they both seek his attention and
approval.  Now on another level, he is good eye candy for an older guy like
me" and I laughed.  Mikel said "I know, I have thought that several times,
but as his Dad, I just have a right to be proud of him.  He strives hard to
please me, and he does through his studies, his grades, his work at the
hospital, his work in the community and the company that he keeps.  Getting
to this point has not been easy, but the results look outstanding.  I try
to give him the freedom to become an independent young man, but it is so
hard to let them fly by themselves."  I said "Mikel, it is so ironic that
you bring that up, as I am having a hard time with Ryan and him wanting and
almost demanding at times to be a young man on his own.  I recognize the
need, I want him to be strong and have a strong self confidence, yet I
don't want to turn him loose, as I know he will get hurt.  My main issue
for me is that I don't want to be over-protective like my Mom.  I am in a
major struggle right now, and it is good to hear, that I am not the only
one dealing with it."  Mikel clasped me on my shoulder and said "Doug,
somehow we will get through this and we have to remember that we are not
the first nor the last to deal with this issue.  Now, we need to think
about lunch and then, the afternoon movie."

We moved into the kitchen and Mikel said "Doug, I know that you wanted to
take it easy this time and not have to do a lot of cooking, but the thought
of pizzas just doesn't do it for me today.  Is there something that we can
fix, that is fast, easy and would make everyone happy?"  I thought about it
for a minute or two, and said "Mikel, let's make a quick list and go to the
store.  I am thinking that a quick pot of spaghetti, with a salad and
toasted garlic bread would do the trick."  We put on some shorts, shirts,
and shoes.  Mikel drove his Escalade, and we were soon at the store.  We
walked in and began to put the canned stuff that we needed in the cart.  I
walked over to the bakery and the attendant recognized me.  He said
"Ahhhhh, my favorite customer, what can I do for you today?"  I smiled, and
told him that I needed three loaves of Italian Bread thinly sliced." He
took three loaves off the rack, placed them in the machine, sliced them,
and then, bagged the results. We thanked him and walked to the meat
section.  I picked up two large packages of ground chuck and ground beef.
Mikel walked away and headed to the produce section.  I caught up with him,
and he had picked out several nice tomatoes, three packages of salad mix,
and three onions (one purple and two sweet).  He said "I have started
making a salad similar to Olive Gardens' so I will go get some olives,
croutons, and the Olive Garden Salad Dressing, I will meet you up front."

We met at the check-out, placed our items on the conveyer belt, and waited
for the cashier to total our purchases.  I was reaching for my card, when
Mikel reached across me with his card and made the purchase.  I wanted to
argue, but Mikel stepped around me, grabbed a couple of bags, said "We have
things to do" and headed to the Escalade.  I grabbed the remaining bags and
joined him.  We talked about preparing lunch as he drove back to the house.
We arrived, carried our purchases in and set them on the counter.  I pulled
one of the large sweet onions out of the bag and began to chop it finely.
I located my largest boiler, placed most of the ground beef and ground
chuck in it and began cooking it on medium.  After it was cooked, I drained
the grease off using my colander.  I wiped the insides of the pot to remove
some of the additional grease, placed the minced onion in the center of the
pot, and added the meat mixture on top.  I put the pot back on the burner
and let it cook on low until the onions were translucent.  Mikel in the
meantime had attacked the purchased produce and had a salad well in the
making. Myles walked into the kitchen and found Mikel making the salad,
this did not set well with Myles, as he fancies himself the salad maker.
Mikel picked up on the fact that there was a problem, and put Myles to work
slicing the tomatoes and purple onion after he told him that they were
making a salad similar to Olive Gardens'.  In a few minutes Mikel and Myles
were into their salad making, while I mixed several large cans of diced
tomatoes with a large can of tomato sauce, a little sugar, salt, pepper and
other spices.  When the onions had reached the translucent stage, I mixed
the ingredients in the pot and added the tomato mixture.  I stirred it, and
let it cook on medium.  Myles and Mikel finished the salad and placed it in
the refrigerator.  Mikel left to join the others outside, while Myles
stayed and added garlic butter to the bread slices and prepared them to go
into the oven just before everything else finished.  Myles finished and
joined the others outside leaving me in the kitchen by myself.  Matt
startled me as I didn't know he was inside, until he spoke.  He said "Pops,
I was impressed with your shots last night." I felt my face become warm,
and I knew that I was turning red.  He said "Pops, I don't know why you get
so rattled, your hairy body along with your cock and balls get a lot of
men's attention.  It certainly has mine."  He reached toward me, and I
stepped back against the island which blocked me from moving again.  He
reached over and took my balls in his hand.  I felt my cock begin to
harden, and so did Matt.  He took it in his other hand.  I told him that we
could not do this, but he said "I've got you by the balls, and I don't
think you will pull away from me."  I thought about it, and then, I came up
with an idea.  I leaned forward and started grabbing at his cock and balls.
He released me and retreated somewhat.  I thought that I had found a great
way to show him how it felt to have someone grabbing at your junk, but it
backfired on me.  As I was grabbing him, Phil walked in and saw me in
action.  His facial expression did not indicate that he was accepting of my
behavior.  Matt left the kitchen; I washed my hands and began to stir the
sauce.  Phil walked over to me and said "So am I to assume that was in all
innocence, or are you really going after him?"  I looked at Phil and could
see that he was serious.  I said "Phil, I have made it clear to Matt and to
you, that I am happy with you, but he continues to try to seduce me."  Matt
said "Doug, I've heard that, but what I just saw does not match that story
this afternoon."  I said, "Phil, I know that, there is more to the story,
but it will have to wait until we are alone tonight."  Phil backed away,
and said "Just the two of us or are we adding a third."  I slammed the lid
on the pot, turned and moved toward him.  I grabbed his balls and gave them
a slight twist.  I said "I am about to rip your balls off if you continue
this conversation, and if that happens I will be looking for a third, but
as long as you keep your balls, I am satisfied with you."  He looked at me,
leaned in, kissed my nose, grabbed my cock and said "This belongs to me,
and you better not forget it."  He left, and I tried to settle my thoughts.
I filled my other large pot full of water, added a little salt, placed it
on the stovetop and turned the burner on high.  After a while the water
began to boil, so I began adding the spaghetti noodles into the boiling
water.  Mikel returned to the kitchen and began to pull out the plastic
plates, plastic cutlery and the large red solo cups.  Mikel turned around
and said "Doug, I don't think we have enough tea."  I looked in the
refrigerator, and we only had two gallons.  I told him to start a pot of
water boiling and we would make two more gallons.  He did, and soon it was
boiling and ready for eight large family sized tea-bags to be put in it.  I
placed the bread in the oven, while he added sugar to two gallon pitchers,
added the brewed tea, and finished filling them with water.  He said "It
was a good thing that I had the coolers with me, or we would have had hot
tea."  I agreed, pulled the bread out of the oven, took the lid off the
sauce, and allowed the spaghetti noodles to continue to do a slow boil.  I
walked to the glass doors, looked out and saw Matt and Phil talking in the
far corner.  That set me wondering what was going on, but I remembered my
mission and called everyone in for lunch.  In my absence, Mikel had pulled
the salad out, drenched it with the Olive Garden dressing, placed the bread
in a wicker basket and covered it with a cloth to keep it warm.

Everyone entered and began to fix their plates.  I glanced up when Phil and
Matt entered.  They were joking and cutting up, so I knew that Phil had not
caused a problem, but at the same time, it made me wonder as to just what
they were doing in the corner.  As usual, I was the last to fix my plate,
as I always attend to the guests first.  I made my plate and walked into
the family room to find Phil and Matt eating and laughing together.  I
turned around, returned to the kitchen and ate my lunch leaning against the
counter.  As everyone finished, they placed their plates, cutlery and cups
in the trash.  Justin and Colt took over the storage of the few leftovers
and kitchen clean-up.  I found a spot on the sofa and sat down.  Justin
returned to the family room and called everybody together for a group
meeting.  He said "We all know that on Tuesday, Myles returns for his next
chemotherapy.  We decided that we would take this afternoon and go to a
movie of Myles' choosing, so Myles, what movie do you want to see?"  Myles
looked at Ryan and then, he said "The Martian".  Justin said "Then, we will
get ready to go see The Martian, but first everyone needs to help
straighten up both houses, take a quick shower, dress and return here.  If
you can double up for showers; that would help; but no hanky- panky as we
are on a tight time schedule."  Justin, Colt, Shane and Jared left and went
next door while everyone else stayed at my house.  I reminded the boys of
the shower in the garage and that Mikel, Kevin and Matt would need the
guest bath.  Phil and I went to our bathroom and took a quick shower.  We
dressed and returned to the family room, as did Mikel and Kevin.  The boys
took about five more minutes, as they were delayed showering, because they
had to clean their sleeping area.  The guys from next door returned, and
Justin began assigning members to car pools.  I had Phil, Ryan and Myles.
Shane had Justin, Jay, and Rob.  Mikel had Kevin, Jared and Colt.  Matt
drove by himself, as he had to work at the hospital after the movie.

Everybody went to their driver's vehicle, got in, and we caravanned to the
theater.  We purchased our tickets and entered the theater.  After we
entered, we huddled in the lobby, and I told everyone that we would not be
buying popcorn and drinks because we had after movie plans.  We found the
right theater, but had to divide up as there was not a vacant row or even
two partial rows next to one another.  We quickly decided that it was not
an end of the world issue, found seats, and sat down.

After the movie had ended, we exited and returned to our vehicles.  I was
the lead vehicle, so I drove to the ice cream shoppe and everyone followed
me.  Myles was so excited that we were having ice cream, but he did not
know that Justin and I had ordered a special ice cream cake wishing him the
best of luck.  He looked at the cake, and at both of us, with water in his
eyes.  He tried to thank everyone for a fun weekend; but his voice would
not let him.  Ryan took over saying "My brother is at a loss for words, but
knowing him, I want to say that this has been a very special weekend for
him.  Your support and well wishes will help him in the next several days.
My Dad and I, thank you for supporting my brother, and Thank You again for
coming to be with him."

WOW!!! My Ryan spoke from his heart and did a fabulous job.  I was so proud
of him and was walking toward him to give him a hug, but Myles beat me.  He
grabbed Ryan and gave him a tearful hug.  Ryan was touched and he too, had
a little water in his eyes.  Mikel looked over at me and said "Doug, you
have every right to be proud of both of those boys."  Matt walked over to
Myles, hugged him and whispered something in his ear.  Myles lit up with
the biggest grin that he could fit on his face.  Matt then walked over to
me, and said "Pops, I apologize for this afternoon, but everything that I
said is true.  I will take care of Myles at the hospital.  I will be
checking in on him, and if he needs anything, I will take care of it, or
let you know."  He walked over to his Dad, gave him a hug and then, left
for his truck.  In about thirty minutes, the rest of us finished and
returned to my house.  As we drove down the road, we noticed that the girls
had returned, so we knew that our weekend was over.  Everybody parked their
vehicles with Shane next door in his parking place by my driveway and Mikel
and me in my driveway.  We all huddled together and talked about how much
we had enjoyed the weekend.  Colt said "Before we break-up, I just want to
say that I had major reservations about this weekend.  I had great fun at
the lake, and just could not see how it could be replicated here in the
city.  Now, not all things were the same, but the camaraderie could not
have been better.  I enjoyed the games even if Justin didn't play fair, but
in the long run, he paid for it."  Justin turned red when everybody started
wooing and asking him how did he have to pay up.  Justin refused to answer,
but Phil and I knew.  Mikel and Kevin walked into the house with us, picked
up their belongings, loaded them, and headed home.

Myles called his Mom and she wanted him to come home, so he did. That left
Phil, Ryan and me at the house.  We decided that we had eaten enough that
day so we didn't need another meal.  That was fine by me.  Ryan went to his
room and studied for one of his upcoming labs while Phil and I lounged
around the family room.  Around nine thirty, I told Phil that we needed to
go to bed.  He went ahead of me, while I made sure that the house was
secure and everything had been stored in the kitchen.

I joined Phil in the bedroom and found that he was already in bed and was
wearing boxer briefs.  He said "Doug, I am sorry if you had other plans,
but I have been naked enough this weekend, and I just wanted to wear
something to bed."  I told him that I was fine with his decision, pulled my
shirt and shorts off, and joined him in bed wearing boxer briefs.  We lay
there and then; Phil said "I know you said that we would talk about what
happened in the kitchen this afternoon.  I just need to say that I believe
you, and I am sorry for saying the things that I said.  I know Matt has a
thing for you, and I think several others do too, but I am the one that you
choose to sleep with, so I am happy and content."  I leaned over, kissed
him and lay back down.  We didn't say anything else, and I think I fell
asleep before him.

I woke up Monday morning tired and dreading to go to work.  I love my job,
and I love my students, but this past weekend's events kept me moving, and
I did not get the rest that I have come to enjoy.  I lay there and finally
talked myself into getting up, showering, dressing and starting my day.  It
seemed as though Phil was moving a little slower this morning, but he did
not let it interfere with his morning rituals.  He joined me in the
kitchen, and I asked him to go knock on Ryan's door.  He did, and I started
laying out the makings for omelets.  I chopped some green onion, mushrooms,
tomatoes, and grated some cheese.  Ryan and Phil came to the counter and
sat down.  Ryan walked over to the refrigerator, opened it and seeing that
we did not have any orange juice; grabbed a can of frozen concentrate from
the side freezer and mixed up enough to make a half gallon.  I asked them
what they wanted in their omelet, and they told me.  I beat six eggs and
poured portions into my omelet pan.  I added their choice of ingredients
and flipped the egg so that it covered the ingredients.  I finished and
plated each of their omelets as I made them, and finally made mine.  I sat
down, ate and drank two glasses of orange juice.  Phil took our plates,
rinsed them, put them in the dishwasher, gave me a quick swat, and headed
out the door.  Ryan walked back to his room to finish dressing while I gave
myself a pep talk.  Ryan returned, and said "Dad, I am really tired this
morning.  I slept, but I don't think I rested much.  This past weekend was
fun, but I don't think we should do another one when we are in school."  I
had to agree with him.  Initially the weekend did not sound like a lot of
work, but it turned out to be more than I thought and just maneuvering
around all of the guys brought on some stress.  Jay and Rob entered the
kitchen, looked at me and Ryan and said, "Oh good, we all are wiped out!"
I pointed to the door, and we went into the garage, got in the Denali, I
backed out and started driving to school.  The boys talked about the
weekend and about some of the happenings.  Rob talked about how good Shane
looked, while Jay talked about Jared and his red pubes.  Ryan did not say
anything, and this did not go unnoticed.  Jay said "You can go ahead and
brag about your man Ryan, we all know how you feel about Matt.  'Oh Matt is
hung', or 'Matt has a fabulous body and a great cock'."  I finally said
"Boys, you do remember that I am driving, right?"  They laughed, and Jay
said "Pops, don't play the innocent card with us, we know you enjoyed the
sights, as much as we did."  I said "Isn't it a wonder that all of us are
made with the same basic equipment, but we all grow and mature differently.
Think on that one today."  I entered the parking lot, parked, and we went
our separate ways.

After I finished in the office, I walked over to the media center to see if
I could schedule some time for my students to be there as they would soon
be starting their research papers.  As I entered, I could not help but
notice a stunning slender redheaded male talking to the media specialist.
I stood back and waited my turn, as I get really agitated when I am trying
to talk to someone and somebody else keeps moving into my conversation, or
trying to rush me.  The media specialist, Nancy Jo Speegle, saw me waiting
and invited me to join them.  I walked up, and Nancy Jo introduced me to
one of the most handsome men that I have met in a long time.  Everything
about him was on point.  His face was perfect, his blue eyes sparkled, he
was impeccably dressed with probably a twenty-eight inch waist, and his
smile was dazzling.  I felt my cock respond, and I started thinking - 'down
boy, down.'  She turned to the young man and said "Nicholas this is Doug
Brunson, he is the head of the science department and Doug, this is
Nicholas Lee.  Today is his first day, and he has been hired as one of the
Junior and Senior English teachers, and I know that you also work with
juniors and seniors, so you two might find some ways to cross connect your
subjects and assignments."  I thanked Nancy Jo because she is always
thinking of ways to help the teachers.  I shook Nicholas' hand, and he said
"My friends call me Nick, and I know that we are going to be friends more
so, than colleagues."  'Down boy, down' I agreed, and said "Let me know if
I can help you, but I really stopped in to see if I could schedule some
research time for my classes."  Nancy Jo said "Let's look.  She pulled the
media center schedule and asked which classes.  I told her, and she blocked
three consecutive days for my second, third and sixth period classes.  I
thanked her for doing that, and for introducing me to Nick.  He smiled as I
shook his hand again, and welcomed him to the faculty.  I excused myself as
I knew that the bell was about to ring.  The bell rang, and I was caught in
the hallway with a hoard of students pushing and shoving.  I was trying to
look where I was going, and as I was walking with that crowd, I felt a hand
grab my junk.  I stopped abruptly and was knocked forward by a student who
was walking behind me.  I gathered my wits around me, and continued to my
classroom.  My students were waiting for me, I unlocked the door, they
entered, and I tried to get my mind on my lecture for the day.

I began my class, and we seemed to have a great day.  I explained to my
second, third and sixth periods the expectations for their research paper,
handed out the specifications, and told them to meet me in the media center
on the specified days.  My day ended, and as I was waiting on the boys,
Nick entered my classroom.  He said "Doug, you are one of the few faculty
members that I have met, and I just feel comfortable talking with you.  I
have a couple of questions that I would like to ask.  I said "Sure, I'll
answer them, if I can."  He said "Does the English Department and the
Science Department do joint assignments? And how do we find out if we share
the same students?  I said "Your last question is rather hard to do, but if
you talk to Guidance they could probably run a match for English and
Science instructors.  I looked him directly in the eyes (those sky blue
eyes) and said "As far as your first question, we have been known to
consort with the English Department."  He laughed, and said "Good, I am
going to talk to Guidance and see, if we share students.  I like to do
joint projects, because I can do the grammar and mechanics while you push
the content."  I said "Now, that sounds like a plan, let me know what you
find out, and we will go from there."  He shook my hand again and had
turned toward the door, when the boys entered.  I introduced each one to
Nick, and Nick to the boys.  He excused himself, and we closed the
classroom and went to the parking lot.

I decided that I needed to pick up a few things at the grocery store, so we
swung by there.  Everybody got out and walked into the store.  Ryan found a
buggy that he pushed as I found the items that I wanted.  Rob and Jay were
providing commentary on some of the items on the shelves.  Finally, I had
found most of the items that I needed.  This would be a busy week, and I
needed to make quick meals.  I checked out, and we headed home.  Everybody
grabbed two sacks and took them in, and then, they returned for their book
bags.  The boys settled at the dining room table while I put the stuff away
and started cooking.  I began by browning a pound and a half of ground beef
then I added two boxes of Cheeseburger Hamburger Helper and cooked it
according to the instructions.  The boys did not have a lot of homework, so
Jay and Rob packed up and went home.  I asked Ryan if he would get the
plates and cutlery.  He said that he would.  The Hamburger Helper was
finished cooking, and there was no Phil.  This was most unusual, but I told
Ryan to come on and eat.  We ate and talked, expecting Phil to walk in at
any minute.  We finished eating, I cleaned up, and still Phil was not home.
I called him, but his phone went to voicemail.  I was beginning to panic. I
walked down to Michelle's just to try to get rid of some nervous energy.  I
spent time talking with she and Myles about tomorrow's hospital visit.  I
told them that I would check on Myles after school.  I walked back home,
and Phil's truck was not in the driveway.  I walked in, asked Ryan if he
had heard from Phil, and he said, "No."  I looked up the police
department's number and began to call it.  Just as it began to ring, Phil
walked in, and I clicked the phone off.  I looked at him and he said
"What?"  I could feel myself getting angry.  I said "What?  Is that all you
have to say to me? You are over three hours late getting home, no phone
call, no advance notice, nothing, and all I get is - What?"  Phil walked
over to the counter and leaned against it.  He said "Doug, you don't
listen, I told you last night while we were laying in bed that I had a
series of meetings going down this week, and that I would be late every
evening.  I thought then, that you were not paying attention and now, I
know that you weren't.  Where did you think I had gone?"  I tried to simmer
down, but I needed to let him know I was still upset.  I pulled a plate
from the cabinet and slammed the cabinet door, opened the cutlery drawer,
got a spoon and fork and slammed the drawer shut, put the plate on the
counter, grabbed a wooden trivet, slammed it down on the counter, and then,
put the skillet on top of it.  With all of my drama, Phil looked over at
me, and said "I'm not hungry."  I could not believe his nerve.  I had
worked to prepare dinner, and he wasn't going to eat.  I felt a hot bolt
roar through me, and I turned and put everything thing back.  I grabbed the
skillet, put the leftovers in a plastic container and placed it in the
refrigerator.  Phil continued to stand there watching me.  I stopped and
said "What?"  He said "All of this because I was late?  Well, I know that I
am gonna regret this but, I can only imagine how dramatic you might become
if I really did do something."  Now, I was back to boiling, and he knew it.
He said "I am going to the shower, do I need to sleep in the family room
tonight?"  I said "We'll see."

He took his shower: dressed in some boxer shorts and a t-shirt; grabbed his
pillow and a blanket; and walked to the family room without saying a word,
or looking at me.  As he walked out of the bedroom, I slammed the door,
fell into bed without taking my clothes off.

I awoke the next morning and for a few seconds could not figure out why I
had gone to bed without taking my off my clothes. Then, I remembered.  I
got up and did my usual routine.  I walked out into the family room, and
Phil was sprawled out on the sofa with the blanket tucked around him and
the overhead fan on high.  I walked into the kitchen and slammed a few
things just to wake him up, and it worked.  He sat up, looked around,
grabbed his pillow and blanket and walked back to the bedroom.  He emerged
about twenty minutes later just as Ryan was entering the kitchen.  Ryan
looked at Phil and asked "Where were you last night?  You had us worried."
Phil looked over at me and said "That's what I've heard."  He walked to the
garage/utility room door, and I asked "Are you leaving without eating
breakfast?"  He said "Yes, and let me remind you that I will not be home
until late again tonight.  So, did you hear me this time?"  It was a good
thing that Ryan was there, because a lot of replies ran through my head.  I
said "Thank you for the warning and the help."  He said "What help?"  I
said "Exactly Myles has a chemotherapy hospital stay today, but don't
worry, I can manage."  He opened the door and walked out, cranked his truck
and left.  Ryan didn't say anything, but he ate his breakfast and finished
dressing.  The boys arrived, and we went to school.

My day was okay, nothing to write home about, as I was still stewing about
last night.  Did he tell me, was I not listening, did he tell me after I
had fallen asleep, and what is he doing?  My mind was zipping through these
questions and more.  I was so relieved when the day ended.  I took the boys
by the house, so they could begin their homework, and I headed to the
hospital.  I entered and rode the elevator to the sixth floor.  I found his
room and very cautiously opened the door.  He was sitting up eating what
looked like a pretty big meal.  Michelle was sitting in the chair relaxed
and smiling.  I said "Did they delay the chemotherapy treatment?"  Michelle
shook her head no, and Myles said "It looks like they finally found one
that doesn't have bad side effects for me."  I was relieved to hear that,
so I sat down in the other chair and they told me about their morning.
Michelle said that if things continued in a positive vein that they would
go home on Thursday.  I told them that I had to go cook, and see that Ryan
was ready for school tomorrow.  I walked over hugged Myles, gave him a kiss
on the forehead which he wiped off, and headed to the parking lot.

I arrived home and the boys were wrapping up their homework.  Rob and Jay
left.  I looked in the kitchen, and then, at Ryan. I said "Let's go out to
eat."  He beat me to the door.  I drove and he announced that we should go
to the Italian Family Restaurant.  We entered, were seated, given menus,
and our drink orders were taken.  We found what we wanted and placed our
orders with the waiter.  Ryan looked at me and said "Are you and Phil
fighting?"  I was taken aback, and said "No, not really, I am aggravated,
because he did not call to tell me that he would be late, and then, he
acted like it was no big deal."  Ryan said "But he said, he told you the
night before."  I said "I don't remember him saying that, but that was
yesterday, and this is today. I am going to try to move on without thinking
about it."  We had a good dinner and afterwards we returned home.  Ryan
went to his room, and I went to mine.  I stripped down to my boxers, turned
off the lights, fluffed my pillows, and got in bed.

Phil arrived about an hour later.  He opened the door, and said "Is it safe
to come in?"  That almost set me off again, so I said "Enter at your own
risk."  He walked to the bathroom and took his shower, stepped out naked,
and walked over to the bed.  He pulled back the covers and slipped into
bed.  He leaned over, and said "Doug, you know you can't stay mad at me
because you love this."  He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock.  I
squeezed it and said "Be glad that it was not your balls.  I am still angry
with no phone call or anything."  He interrupted and said "Doug, I have
told your three times, that I did tell you, but if it makes you feel
better, then believe what you want to believe."  I considered pushing him
out of bed, but I flipped over on my side with my back to him, pounded my
pillow and lay down.  He fell asleep before I did.  Finally I drifted off
thankful that the doctors and staff had found a chemotherapy that did not
have major side effects for Myles.

I woke up Wednesday morning to find that Phil had already awakened,
showered, and left the room.  I made a quick run of my morning rituals and
walked out to the family room.  I looked around, and no Phil.  I opened the
utility room door, looked out, and his truck was gone.  I closed the door
and thought, we are really having a problem, and we need to spend some time
talking it out without my drama. I pulled the cereal bowls and the cereal
out of the cabinets, the milk out of the refrigerator, and placed them on
the counter.  I called Ryan, and he joined me for breakfast.  He looked
around, but didn't say anything.  He finished eating, walked back to his
room to do his finishing touches and returned with his book bag.  We walked
into the garage; got in, I backed out, and waited for Rob and Jay.  They
arrived, and we were soon on our way to school.

The day was a good one and all of my classes seemed to tick without any
issues.  I had a chance to see Nick at lunch, and he told me that he had
asked Guidance to see how many students we shared.  He said that they told
him that the report would be ready at the end of the day.  He then told me,
that he planned to take it home and study it.  I thanked him, returned to
my room, and taught my afternoon class.  The boys joined me in the room
after school, and we headed to the hospital.  We began walking into the
hospital, and I could tell that they were a little hesitant to go into his
room.  The stopped in the hallway, but I slightly pushed them and made them
enter.  Ryan had been at the front, so he was the first into the room.  He
stopped abruptly, with Rob and Jay running into him.  Ryan turned to me and
said "No fair, he's using his sickness to get special attention."  I didn't
understand, until I walked into the room.

END of Chapter 7 - My Sons and Their Friends - The Freshman Year

What is happening with Myles, and why is Ryan upset?

Are Phil and Doug having problems which will cause them to break up?

What is Phil doing and why is he so secretive?

Will Ryan share what is going on with Doug and Phil with Myles?

Will Justin and Colt become closer, or will Colt bolt once again?

Will the chemotherapy work on the cancer, or will it be another failed
attempt?

Will Doug and Nick become close work partners and find themselves moving
toward an intimate relationship?

Well, some of these will be answered in Chapter 8, but right now, you will
have to guess or write me with suggestions.

Have a great week!

Jay